Like a wraith she ambles aimlessly Through the mists along the shore She wraps the foggy night around her Like a warming shawl And leaves wildflowers at my door She comes to me when she needs company And weaves her web around my soul She comes to me to free those wild, Burning, passion fires That she cannot control And by the morning light I know That she'll be gone And then the lonely hours begin And all she leaves behind To find her in the dawn Are whispers in the wind And in the flicker of the candlelight She takes comfort in my touch And then she pulls away and leaves Before the candles die Or before she feels too much And by the morning light I know That she'll be gone And then the lonely hours begin And all she leaves behind To find her in the dawn Are whispers in the wind